Take a stand.

Hmm. Saw Hellboy with my dad today, 'twas pretty rockin'. Funny thing is, 'twas only my dad. We somehow managed to be the only ones in the theatre (gotta love British spelling ), so we just talked and moved about and stretched and ate noisily and joked and such as we pleased. 'Twas great fun, you guys should try it.

I accidentally did my hair in some sort of 1955 hairdo (my dad notified me of this ), and the cool thing was, some relatively older lady told me she liked it. Call me Jakob Lincoln if that isn't the darndest thing. Ok, scratch Jakob, but it was still cool.

Stayed at Alex's for two days previous to now, and I learned several things:

1. The Sixth Sense isn't really that freaky if you think about it. Unless it's dark, of course. And cold.
   
2. When people say to help yourself, they don't necessarily actually mean it. For example, Alex said I could eat as much of whatever I could find, so I did. And he suddenly found himself without food. Funny thing is, I really did eat all of his food. Literally. Mind you, he didn't start with too much, but his dad still had to go get some stuff for us to eat about noon yesterday. Oh, except I left all of their Lite Cool Whip alone, because it disturbed me. Ok, maybe I put a little on one of the frozen pizzas--but only a bit. Gave it a nice little kick.
   
3. Never trip while on a fast-moving treadmill, or you taste rubber AND get rug-burned.
   
4. Rubber tastes bad.
   
5. Rugburns hurt for a long time.
   
6. Never let anyone beat you to the XBox. Ever. Especially if they're younger than you.
   
7. Fruit Roll-ups get old fast, and one can only have so many tongue-tattoos at one time.
   

Shall I elaborate on any of these? I will give you these explanatory statements: I really wasn't kidding, I actually ate all of Alex's food; also, maxing the speed on a treadmill and then moronically throwing yourself onto it causing you to be launched violently at high speed across a carpeted room isn't the best idea, but it sure is a heck of a lot of fun.

This is beginning to be a long entry, but to those who've made it this far, you've reached the part where I would close with a quick thought. Only thing is, I can't figure out how to say it articulately enough to give what I'm really trying to say. I suppose the simple way works: Be a friend. It's a lot more interesting than trying to have a friend, although it often tends to produce them. Also, people underestimate the building power of cold, hard compliments.